Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

^{for David Lieberman}

Every summer my neighbor
with a hard hat, heart, and hide
trundles out his hippo Harley
to go hissing out on a fat hot breeze

He doesn’t know it
(or does he?)
but that is how pain
wheels itself out

seasonal

It is real
It is recurrent
It is a reminder of the flaw
built into the machine to preserve perfection

If we could delve into the granular caves
of the asphalt his wheels wheeze on
we might see in the crepuscular cracks

a twisty little thing we call sorrow

stretching its centimal length

knowing it owns the world

Ralph Nazareth

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Slow through the Dark	Paul Laurence Dunbar	02/26/2023
Sonnet to a Negro in Harlem	Helene Johnson	02/25/2023
October Sonnet	Adrian Matejka	02/24/2023
Neoteric Kama No Sutra	Frank X Walker	02/23/2023
Boihood	Jari Bradley	02/22/2023
Self-Care	Faylita Hicks	02/21/2023
her aint even at de funeral	avery r. young	02/20/2023
Plácido’s Farewell to His Mother	Gabriel de la Concepción Valdés	02/19/2023
The Eyes of My Regret	Angelina Weld Grimké	02/18/2023
The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”	Remica Bingham-Risher	02/17/2023

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02/26/2023